Derision (The Broken Bonds 7)

As his words ring true, answering my beckoning cry, fiery currents sweep along my body. Blazing. Destructive. A fierce orgasm rips through me.

I scream. And scream. Over stimulated. Unable to lock on to any one point of origin as the orgasm detonates all over; a trail of devastation left in its wake as my body sags from the outpour.

He’s not slowing. Not stopping. Battering my insides with a vicious pounding that I’m suddenly afraid will break me…just as he promised. My mind tries to drift—tries to tunnel under the pressure…

“Stay with me,” he rasps, increasing his thrusts as if he’s a machine, bent on making me feel everything. “My fuck toy doesn’t get off that easy.”

He releases my breasts only to grab my hair, forcing me flat against the table. His other hand lifts up on my mound, kicking my ass up toward him as he rams inside, harder and harder, my screams barely masking his groans.

Soon, the pain builds into another all-consuming pressure that has me cringing against the cold steel table, my skin aflame and muscles straining. I ache…everywhere. But the pulse of his cock matches the rhythm of my racing heart, and when he drives in a final time, I shatter. I’m so wet he slicks against me as he bears down to keep inside, his own release thrumming deep and hot within me, shooting electric currents through my back.

I’m lost. So lost. All I can do is feel and breathe through the aftershocks as he pulls out of me and scoops my languid body into his arms. Arms that are still strong despite having worked so hard, like his chest that cradles me securely, as he walks us toward the bedroom.

He lays me down on the cool sheets, his heat pouring off him and covering me from above as he hovers. His eyes meet mine, and I swear I glimpse a flicker of fear behind the hard mask. Just a second to see beneath…and then it’s gone. His mouth firm as he drags a hand down my body.

“I can’t let you go now,” he says, his voice resolute.

It’s right on the tip of my tongue. My avowal to never want to be released.

But he steals that, too. His mouth dips down, his lips sealing over mine. Our tongues mingle and taste, slowly, tenderly, so in conflict with his demanding, controlling nature. I moan into the kiss, irrevocably sated.

When he pulls away, a beautiful smile curves his lips. “I fear I’m going to break my word.” His gaze flits over my face, inspecting the furrow of my brow. He brushes his fingers across my skin, smoothing away the crease. “I told you I’d give back what I take, but I fear that’s impossible now, Alexis. I simply can’t stop myself from taking.”

Though I should be alarmed, his confession sends a tingling thrill coursing through my blood. He’s there too now—coursing along my veins, speeding my pulse. Traveling right to that pumping organ his touch threatens to combust.

“So,” he says, seating himself between my thighs. “You best confess what you need from me, before I completely devour you.”

There’s no tease in his tone. The seriousness in his blue eyes urges his sincerity, and his weight bearing down on me enforces his intent. I’m almost afraid to speak, shocked that he plans to fuck me again.

Am I not broken?

Am I not a puddle of submissive goo beneath him?

The heated look in his pale gaze answers my unspoken questions. I haven’t even begun to feel the extent of what this man is capable of.

I lick my lips, watching the way his gaze follows the path of my tongue. Predatory. “What if I don’t know?” I admit.

He raises his eyebrows, forcing his eyes back to mine. “Everybody wants something.”

I don’t have any friends. My parents are dead. The rest of my family distant and estranged. All I have is my job and the worry over my brother. There are so many…too many things I don’t have that I don’t even know where to begin to long for them. Besides, anything and everything can be taken away. Stolen in the blink of an eye.

While it’s true that everybody wants something in this world…it’s also true that once obtained, there’s a constant fear of losing it.

I raise my chin, employing confidence I don’t feel. “I reserve the right to answer at a later date.”

A true smile breaks across his face, his burst of laughter unfurling a flight of pleasurable shivers within me. I almost amend my answer, stating that what I want is to see that—being the only recipient of his heart-melting smile, instead of the one he flashes too often. The sultry, panty-dropping smile he uses to reel in prey.

I bite down on my tongue, preventing myself from exposing what I have no doubt he’ll see as a weakness.

“Still fighting for a promotion, I see.” His smile is gone, but the silver gleam still lights his blue gaze. “I admit, I don’t like surprises. Nor do I like not knowing the stakes.” Something flashes in his narrowed gaze before he inhales deeply. “But as I’m unable to get enough of your sweet pussy…” He rocks into me then, eliciting a soft cry from me. “I’m at a disadvantage.”

I’ve nearly forgotten about the plug until he’s filling me, increasing the pressure in my channel as my hands push against his chest.

When I open my eyes again, as the pain ebbs and pleasure sweeps in, his slow and steady thrusts not as intense—but just as demanding—I see the primal need strike like steel meeting flint in his gaze. That spark of desire to annihilate me.

Lowering himself, he presses me into the mattress, driving inside me deeply, as he whispers against my ear, “But be warned, temptress. A disadvantage doesn’t deter me. I’m not to be fucked with.”

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